1 Prologue: The Third Great War

In the country of paridie, the capital land called Mythika. A few of the great powers of the world converge to discuss the safety of their kingdoms and the means through which the ongoing crisis can be averted.

The Celestial Knights and Queen of Balta accompanied by The Lords of Albion.

In the grand Hall of paridie.

Queen Lucia Melfrôth with her long beautiful gold hair, natural blue eyes, born in a family of conquerors. A majority of her siblings killed in the last purge, she is no stranger to magic amidst being the ruler of Balta.

Lord Hunter Ut'ah , a dark haired young man with dark blue coloured eyes. A Knight of valor, the right hand man of King Magnus who is the ruler of Albion.

Sir Helios Dregor, with a pair of crimson coloured eyes with a grey pattern across his black hair. A man of mystery with scales and a tattoo on his arm, a supposed dragon slayer and the representative of The uncharted regions And Dragonskeep.

"Hear me Lords of Albion, Knights Of Balta, Queen Lucia​ , Sir Helios.

Mythika will not spare its troops to fight in a war that has nothing to do with us. There of I say we have no part in this." Says King Corus Tansia, his luscious brown braided hair and light grey eyes with a scar across his face, short in height but tall in attitude, a good swordsman with an open mind.

The king and leader of Mythika. As he pushes back his chair from the table.

"You arrongant fool! This singular action you have carried out has condemned us all, and it'll be the downfall of your kingdom! You must reconsider." shouts Queen Lucia as she points at King Corus in a fit of rage.

" I suggest you watch your mouth. Lest I cut off your snake of a tongue, your majesty my king has spoken and his decision is final." says a knight in brass-silver coated armour at the King' side.

" Insolent scum! We come in peace to make a pact amidst our kingdoms and you dare speak to my queen like rubbish."

says Sir Hanés Desom a redhead man with brown eyes with freckles on his face, the fourth in command in the Baltan Army.

Lord Hunter smiles as he places his hands over the table.

" It looks like it is everyman for himself. Nay I say it be every land for themselves. As my king foretold if no one supports Balta. Then tell them our trade borders will be closed. We will support Balta with one fourth of our troops, the rest will protect Albion till the end of this so called Great War."

A winged knight rushes into the grand hall of paridie.

" My queen! I bring dire news. Balta is under siege. The enemies seems to have divided its forces after destroying Aeon. And our mages say the rip is open"

says the winged knight.

" Watch what you say knight or I shall have your head " says King Corus who is in shock.

Sir Helios stands up " seeing that the enemy has divided its troops that means the outskirts of this land is not safe and neither will the uncharted regions be. So I must be on my way to defend my land."

Queen Lucia stands " As will I! ".

Meanwhile in the Uncharted Regions

Heavy snow falls through the battlefield the snow turns red. Cries of war are heard. A loud roar is heard in a distance in the thickness of the snowfall.

"Beast transformation!!!"

A large polar bear rushes and slams what looks like an undead corpse. A dragon glides into the battlefield, roaring and spewing fire from its mouth which burns the undead.

Kel Vernus, The fourth strongest amongst the legendary beast warriors. A blue haired man. With grey caiman eyes. Dressed in a hooded cloak and mage clothing.

" Infernus! Dragon King! Lord of Dragon Users and Dragons alike.

I beseech you we need dragonscale "

he says running towards the dragon.

Infernus, A long horned magma coloured dragon with black tribal patterns on its wings.

" Nigh. The dragonscale belongs to Dragon Users only. The Dragon Empire and The Beast Warrior Clans will fight together as one. "

As infernus lands the updraft of wind blows away the undead advancing to it's position. Far above the battlefield, a dark blue dragon with white tribal marks on its body different from that of infernus is seen building up electric charge around its body thunder claps then it releases the charge as random strikes of lightning bolts almost instantly at the advancing undead corpses.

A giant this like the sounds of a footsteps is heard drawing closer to the battlefield. Suddenly all the best warriors begin to retreat.

" He is coming "

says Kel who is in a state of shock and awe

" he never comes out so why now"

He thinks to himself. A loud voice echoes through the thickness of the snow.

At the gates of hale.

Nix, a young lady with silver eyes and black hair sides of her hair faded, draped in black hooded robe, The User of Godlife

"Aeon has been destroyed, Balta is under siege, no in fact the whole kingdoms are being attacked and for some reason Mythika is yet to be attacked".

while standing in front of the gates next to Dante looking over the horizon.

Dante , A young man with white hair and glowing red eyes, also dressed in black robes , a sadistic expression written all over his face, he is the deathgod's vessel, wielding two sycthe.

"I really don't care what happens. I just want us to have our battle. So I'll help you this once"

he smiles deviously.

"You never get tired do you. Again you want to fight all because we're opposing forces" says nix placing her hand on her forehead.

" Not because we're opposing forces but because of fate and destiny. Nothing more!"

says Dante as he draws out his sword. He rushes into the horizon and comes back almost instaneously.

A wave of souls follow, being absorbed by his blade. Dante turns slowly looking at Nix in a cruel sadistic manner.

" Come at me!"

Shouts Nix whilst forging weapons.

Dante and Nix clash.

At the ruins of Aeon.

Keiyan Shrae, The Dark Lord's current host with blue spiky hair and pitch black eyes, wearing a dark blue cloak and fitted black clothing. Sits on top the rubbles of a castle then he looks up .

" I was wondering when you'll get here ".

Suddenly, he is surrounded by the remaining armies of Balta,

Aeon And Hale. In his sitting postion the dark lord cracks a devious sly grin, dark cloud-like tendrils sprout out from his back and spread out across the battlefield killing the soldiers all at once.

" Is this the best you have to offer?!".

A loud thud is heard from a distance, Three warriors are seen on the horizon. The dark lord has a puzzled look on his face

" And Who exactly are you?!".

The first warrior Tyrel Bernon, a young man with black hair and a tattoo with scales on his left arm, weilding a blade with a purple gem attached to it unsheats his blade.

" Dragonscale! "

The scales cover his body and become hardened and like glass.

The second warrior Lucian III, flowing golden hair and hazel colored eyes, draped in a matte silver and gold outlined armour.

The third warrior Gol Ayēsu, dark haired man with gold cat-like eyes, dressed in cream coloured sack pants, he transforms into an upright black jaguar with a scar across his right eye.

Tyrel throws his sword directly at the dark lord. The dark lord pushes the blade upwards, Tyrel appears above him grabbing the sword appearing to have developed wings. Suddenly, the black jaguar spears the dark lord and bashes his head into the ground then jumps back.

" Lucian! Tyrel! He isn't fighting at his full strength. I'm certain of it".

"Impressive! The soul stealer. So what do you know about my full strength"

says the dark lord standing up pointing at the blade wielded by Tyrel he then disappears

" well you see "

then appears behind Lucian dark cloud-like tendrils burst through him

" I'm just getting warmed up ".

The dark lord claps his hands and opens it, thrusting a black orb towards Gol who holds it in between his hands with all his might.

"Is this the might of the five kingdoms?"

opening his arms wide

" I forgot to mention that is a collapsing black star. It'll vaporise you to ashes should it explode."

Tyrel appears at the dark lord' side thrusting his blade. It passes through his side at his lower right abdomen.

" Since your soul cannot be vanquished I shall remove your essence!".

" Wide open! "

says the dark lord as he shoots another collapsing black star towards Tyrel who deflects it with his dragonscale which shatters from his arm. The star explodes at a distance, whilst the dark lord tries to remove the blade it stings him as he makes contact.

"Aaaaarghkkkk! I'll have your head for this "

yells the dark lord. Lucian staggers to his feet

" keiyan Shrae it's not too late to surrender ".

The dark lord laughs maniacally

" you must be joking. Vengeance will be mine".

" Lucian! Open the rip."

says Tyrel as he removed the blade slowly dragging the dark lords life essence. Lucian tears a hole through the air opening a black portal. Gol collapses after absorbing most of the destructive power of the star. Tyrel removes the gem which turns red with white strips and tosses it into the rip. Keiyan's Body turns to stone. And stored at the gates of Tartaros.

..... This was a hundred years ago.....